Babel Novel
Chapter 348
Chapter 348
Anthea was never one to seek the spotlight. But with Rebecca nipping at her heels, refusing to let up, Anthea decided it was time to show her what real talent looked like!
She scoffed at Rebecca's amateurish handwriting. Anthea hadn't even considered it a challenge.
Rebecca was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected Anthea to suddenly accept the challenge. Was Anthea desperately flailing for a win? After all, Anthea had grown up in the prestigious Morris family, receiving the finest education, only to be labeled a failure by everyone. Yet here was Rebecca, who had clawed her way out of the slums, shining brightly! She was leagues ahead of Anthea!
With that thought, Rebecca's lips curled into a smug smile, reveling in her perceived victory. A flower, after all, shines brighter against a backdrop of leaves. And at this moment, she considered herself the most radiant flower of all!
Gloria watched Anthea with a sneer, "Everyone in Cloudcrest knows about Ms. Yeager's reputation. If you're not up to the task, Ms. Yeager, maybe you shouldn't waste everyone's time." It was downright embarrassing! A failure who couldn't even hold a pen properly, daring to challenge Rebecca in calligraphy? Completely delusional!
"Seeing is believing, Ms. Davenport. Even someone from a distinguished background should understand such a simple concept,” Anthea replied, locking towards Daniel. "Could Mr. Robinson please fetch me another pen?”
Daniel nodded and quickly had a servant prepare ancther pen. Soon, the servant brought over the pen
Taking the pen, Anthea approached the table, holding a pen in each hand. She leaned forward slightly, dipping the pens into the ink. A strand of hair playfully fell across her face, adding to her charm.
The crowd was surprised by Anthea's actions.
"Holy smokes! What's she planning?”
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"If she's really going for it with both hands, that's insane!" "It's an act! She's just stalling for time!"
Anthea, a failure who couldn't even fully recognize characters, how could she possibly manage this? Not even the most renowned calligraphers could achieve such a feat.
Rebecca watched Anthea, her eyes filled with smugness. Like everyone else, she couldn't believe Anthea would suceéed. She was curious to see how. Anthea would manage.{o save Kk face. But as far as Rebeca was concerned, Anthea's reputation
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Not just Rebecca and Gloria, but others in the room were ready to witness Anthea's humiliation. Some even took out their phones, ready to share Anthea's failure on social media.
At that moment, Anthea, having dipped her pens in ink, straightened up and began to write with both hands, her movements as fluid as flowing water. From a distance, her actions even carried a certain graceful martial beauty.
Quickly, words appeared on the paper: "Hidden skill Witally clumsiness; clarity igelnl obscurity; brilliance within modesty, strength igelay flexibility." Her strokes were™ bold and powerfull The writing'on cachside had its own style, & gach stoke striking awe into the Viewers. It had the power of comifianding mountains and rivers! Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Such skill could not come without decades of practice, let alone being achieved with both hands. A Rebeccals own writing, which was” decent; paled I in comparison. Next to Anthea’ s, it looked like the work ofa grade schooler. There was imply no cGhtest! Content belongsto NovelDrama.Org
Anthea had won this round spectacularly! The room fell silent. No one had expected Anthea to possess such skills. She had achieved what even renowned masters had not. Was this really the same person everyone had dismissed as a failure?
The crowd was stunned. Those who had come expecting to laugh at Anthea were left speechless. This was beyond impressive!
Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on with Anthea? She was supposed to be a failure who barely recognized a few words, so how could she produce such beautiful calligraphy?